Gift from Zacchaeus
Written by Yatta on Sunday, 8 of March , 2009 at 10:55 pm
There seems to be possession beyond the trees that clears the mind and soul,
I’ve glimpsed the space, imagined its grace, but never known for sure
You see the further I walk, the closer I get to just another tree
My hope becomes weary, the overhang is dreary and I just fall to my knees
Ah this view is so familiar, so wretched, yet my boon
You see my friend it is here it gleams a life that’s coming soon
I go to stand, but stay my stance for my joints have taken root
My chest is hollowed, my back a bow and deep within I shook
The strangest thing occurred just then my eyes were made to see,
The opposite of what I thought was true! The soil was rooting in me!
How peculiar the feel, how fresh the smell that had me now enthralled
I wanted more and needed more, but couldn’t figure why at all
This is earth, mere forest dirt making me feel so free
I had a mind to discount this change coursing inside of me
But woe to the man who denounces the hand who’s created the flesh we feel
I came all this way to get weary one day to find I only needed to kneel
Just then a kiss befell my brow and I look up to see
I had fallen just below the loft of the sycamore tree
And there sat Zacchaeus smiling down, wisdom pooled in his eyes
He gave a nod and turned his head and then I realized
This fall I took was far more than a blessing in disguise
It would clear my mind, heal my woes and press grace into my core
Of this one thing I was certainly sure, I would have to search no more
The roots unfastened, I unbent my limbs
Shoulders pressed west, straightening of stem
I welcomed grace with countenance placed
And felt my foundations shift
Zacchaeus moved form and then was gone
And on my right was his gift
Empty was the box
Full was the thought in revealing the saving truth
I needed nothing at all
But to fall and allow grace her sanctioned due
Category: Griotocity
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